Trap. Do you take that joke, sir?
Fust. No, faith, sir.
Trap. Why, how can a man vote against his conscience who has no conscience at all?
1 Ald. Come, gentlemen, here's a Fox-chace and a Tankard!
Omnes. A Fox-chace and a Tankard! huzza!
Sir H. Come, let's have one turn in the marketplace, and then we'll to dinner.
May. Let's fill the air with our repeated cries Of liberty, and property, and no excise.
[Exeunt Mayor and Aldermen.
Trap. How do you like that couplet, sir?
Fust. Oh! very fine, sir!